It was the kind of place you went when your earthly troubles became too much for you and you were looking for a creative way to commit suicide.

In the whole world, there was no better place than being wrapped in him.

We have to get the Diamond. And Cesare’s head.” They looked at me. “Why the head?” Doolittle asked. “Because it’s easy to carry and I can torture it for a long time.” And I didn’t just say it out loud, did I? I checked their faces. Yep, I did.

I know people who will gently persuade you to be forthcoming.

How was I supposed to know that you let two little bears hurt you, Goldilocks?" "Ah, yes, that mouth. I missed it. All mine now.

Were you watching me sleep? Because I thought we agreed that's creepy.

For a second I thought I might actually be alive," I said, looking at Nick's unshaven face. "Now I know- I've gone to Hell and you're my nursemaid.